Poems

YOU'RE THE LIGHT

I used to think that man was glassOf pure transparency,That as he wiped the dust awayGod's light would shine through him.

HIGH SCHOOL REUNION

Yes, I do remember you now, Frank.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on a spiritual approach to healthcare.

From Free from Contagion

Bringing our prayers to the threat of contagion

Prayer can lift us out of the swirl of fear, and it can be a calming, healing influence in our communities as well.

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THE RISEN MAN

Risen from what?

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PROGRAMMED FOR JOY

I cannot long be sad, for I was notProgrammed for grief.

POWER AND LIGHT

Even in darknessLight in their dwellings.

BLESSING

"The curse causelessshall not come.

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These books healed me

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on how the Bible and Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy heal.

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Anthology of classic articles

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

From Conquering hate, enthroning peace

Love's triumph over hate

How can we love when others hate? Prayerful turning to God, divine Love, with the earnest desire to express His qualities under all circumstances will give us strength and ability to do right.

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From Freedom from addiction

LOST AND FOUND

I saw that in order to find my life, I had to first lose it—that is, lose all sense of life as material.

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DO YOU LIKE TO LAUGH?

I do! It's good to laugh.

BACK FROM THE BRINK

Suddenly from head to toe I trembled—not because I'd nearly plungedinto the pond to staybut because I sawthe hugeness of my arrogance.

ANSWERING ADVERSITY

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BEFORE DAWN

Is it Venusthat tops the tallest pineframed by my window?
A personal demand?

WHEN HEALING COMES

It may be on some silent, sandy beachWith lazy waters lapping at my feetOr on a crowded, noisy city street.